“Warriors…? Ahhhh!”
When he’d purchased his current set of clothing earlier, he’d used those around him as reference. It went without saying that these were people who passed their days peacefully within the walls of the city. They, of course, did not wear armor nor did they carry weapons.
If he thought about it that way, then were anyone who looked as he did to attempt to join the guild, they’d warrant just the reaction he’d gotten. This was a different world, and not the one he’d come from. Here, judging someone by their outer appearance was the norm.
Indeed, Suimei had made a terrible miscalculation when it came to how he was dressed.
“—Craaaaap. I bought the wrong clothes!”
His realization had come too late. Now that things had reached this point, regret was unproductive, for it would do naught to dispel the irritated, hostile gaze lancing through his body.